Looking at the Sword Saint sprawled on the ground, unable to get back up, Gle sighed. "What a shame. If the Sword Saint could help us, I'd be willing to take on the Dark Elves, no matter how many Demon Kings they've abducted."
A disdainful "tsk" sounded from the air.
Chen Feng rolled his eyes at Gle. "You don't say. With the Sword Saint carrying me, I could beat the Dark Elves while playing healer."
The problem was that after triggering Lethal Tempo and charging through phase after phase for two days straight, the Sword Saint had died happy.
Chen Feng crouched and addressed the pitch-black Demon Sword on the ground, with its eye and its ominous aura. "Do you think there's any chance Mr. Sword Saint will wake up?"
"Judging by past experience, perhaps in the next second," the Demon Sword said.
Chen Feng had just begun to smile.
"Or perhaps he'll never wake up," the Demon Sword added.
Chen Feng was speechless. "How did it come to this?"
The Demon Sword summed up the lesson: "Frequent takeoffs with a Slime can cause memory loss."
Anyone else would have been baffled, but Chen Feng had just returned from the Sage's Tower and knew how Sika's Grandfather had lost his memory. He immediately pieced together what had happened.
"So every time the Sword Saint took off, he forgot he'd done it and took off again."
"Correct."
Faced with this baffling exchange between Chen Feng and the Demon Sword, Xia Mei patted her cheeks. "What? What are you talking about? What happened?"
"You're better off not knowing."
Chen Feng weighed his options.
He definitely couldn't afford enough Points to wake the Sword Saint.
Xia Mei's Save point was in the spider cave. Even if she used Reversal now, it would only